I've been a bar for as long as I can remember, yes. The demon has been here for about two days.

To Cam: "Why did you tell me you were a demon?" (She expects the response to be informative whether it's true or false.)

"I didn't actually expect you to know what that was since I expected you to be from a different universe and I would not expect most universes to have us. Or something that translates as us. And I am one."

What possible world could produce that statement? What possible set of beliefs this person could have that would produce that statement? What possible set of beliefs could that statement be intended to cause Samora to have?

"What are the other demons you've known like as people? What's the plane they live on like?"

"They're just folks. Immortal folks, most of whom never had childhoods and just started existing one day, who have always been safe and always had pretty much everything they wanted if it was made of atoms. They get into, like, music or gardening or theater or whatever. The plane had nothing in it to begin with. Just empty space, no air or anything. We made everything in it."

"Then why, according to you, have all the demons I met attacked me immediately and only stopped when I chased them off or killed them?" That only hints that she's been at the Worldwound to someone who knows what the Worldwound is, she thinks.

"I think you probably have a different kind? Especially if you can kill them. An unusual run of assholes could explain the behavior but my kind cannot die."

"Is it possible that the translation magic has gotten confused and you are actually a type of fae?"

"I can't vouch for the translation magic but in my home cosmology fairies are the guys with bug wings and they move stuff instead of conjuring it. There's also angels. Feathers'n'transmutation."

"Archons, Agathions, Azatas, Axiomites, Psychopomps, Proteans, Devils, Daemons?"

"I know some of those words but not as like. Things that are."

"What do those words mean where you're from? Can you tell me all the planes you're aware of?" (He hasn't dodged a single question that wasn't about the war.)

"I think 'archon' might have been like... an ancient civilization's some kind of rank, I'd have to look it up. Psychopomps are mythical guys who conduct dead people to afterlives but in my home cosmology that just happens without any guys. Devils are also mythical though sometimes equated with demons - we take our name in the language I'm speaking from the same body of mythology, it's a human language. Daemons are, like, there's this series of fantasy novels where people have souls that take animal shape outside of their bodies, and the animal souls are called daemons. Demons and angels and fairies each have our own planes, there's one for dead humans who do not get to turn into anything cool called Limbo, there's the regular human world I'm accustomed to, and the place I was with all the war dead I need to fix is named Arda."

". . . A lot of that kind of sounds like something I'd expect to hear from someone whose civilization had lost touch with everywhere else centuries ago and the meanings of a bunch of words had drifted and been forgotten over time." If he's actually a tiefling that would really explain a lot.

"I do not think it is that because some demons are really into history."

"Hm. How many planes do you know?" she asks the bar.

Regrettably I can't count that high.

"What's the highest you can count to?" Because the answer might be six, for all she knows about interdimensional bars.

I think the last time I tried this the person who was interested in a similar question stopped asking in the octillions somewhere. I believe I can go higher than that but haven't tried recently.

Samora puzzles over unfamiliar morphemes through two different translation magics. "Octillion is--eight millions? Is that mostly demiplanes or are you only counting entire planes or is that a dumb question?" 

Possibly she should get a wizard in here. Not until she's more confident it's safe, though, the strongest wizard this fort has is third circle so if it's not she'd be making the problem worse.

An octillion is 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. Eight million would be 8,000,000. I do not distinguish demiplanes specifically, but I can sometimes tell when multiple worlds form a "sheaf" with local means of transit between them that doesn't extend to outside worlds.

That's so many! Unreasonably many. There can't possibly be that many planes even if you counted every bag of holding, rope trick, portable hole, and coat of pockets as its own plane. Even if they were making a thousand planes a day for a thousand thousand years.

"How can there possibly be that many? Can you explain the sheaf thing like I'm a bit stupid?"

For instance, you appear to be from a sheaf, with regular if throttled correspondence between the Material and e.g. Axis, but no obvious documented ability to venture to most of the other worlds that I contact. His world is also a sheaf with the worlds listed and summoning/death as transit between them but no out-of-sheaf travel by native methods. Most worlds are not part of any sheaf, in my experience.

So either the winged person is a demon allied with a very powerful Neutral or Good person and telling a really complicated lie, or she's outside Creation with one Evil and one nonEvil aberration. Aberrations also usually attack her on sight but she's pretty sure they're not inherently Evil like fiends, just really weird.

"So you're both claiming to be from outside Pharasma's Creation? And to be--the kind of people who can make moral choices and change and grow over time and decide who you want to be?"

I am from outside Pharasma's Creation. I think I would describe myself as having moral agency but a relatively fixed nature.